This is a meaningful idea to tell the stories of Easter in a unique and fun way. Starting the Monday before Easter you will need to do a little preparation with 7 plastic eggs and the few items listed below:
Day 7 (Monday) Place a "thorn" in a hidden plastic egg to symbolize the "crown of thorns" that Jesus wore. After your child finds the egg be prepared to tell him/her about how the crown was put on Jesus' head to mock the idea of him being
King of the Jews. They also spat on him put a reed in his right hand as if were a king's scepter. The Roman soldiers were very cruel.
Day 6 (Tuesday) Place a “sponge” in an egg to symbolize the sponge that was dipped in vinegar and offered to Jesus while on the cross. This was done as standard practice to those being put to death. According to a pharmacist friend of mine, the solution given to the dying was a narcotic of sorts. It was given to them because the pain was so terrible. Through scripture we know Jesus refused the offer.
Day 5 (Wednesday) Place a "piece of black paper or black cloth" into the hidden egg to symbolize the "shadow of darkness" that covered the Earth as Jesus took his last breath. The sins of the world (past, present, and future) were upon him and God had to look away because he could not look at sin. The bible tells us of the darkness and also of an earthquake that took place as Jesus' soul left earth. The formerly unbelieving centurion and men guarding Jesus were terrified of what was happening and said, "This man really was God's son!"
Day 4 (Thursday) Place a "piece of cloth" in an egg to symbolize the cloth that Joseph wrapped the body of Jesus in before he was placed in the tomb. This was a demonstration of the love Joseph had for Jesus.
Day 3 (Friday) Place a "cross" inside to symbolize the cross on which Jesus was crucified and what it has come to mean for us as Christians. It reminds us that God loved us so much that he sent his only son to die for us so that we can live in heaven forever with him.
Day 2 (Saturday) Place a "rock" inside the egg to symbolize the stone that was rolled away. There was a violent earthquake and then an angel in a white robe came down from heaven and rolled away the stone. The guards were so shaken "they became like dead men". Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were told not to be afraid but to go tell the disciples that Jesus had been raised from the dead.
Day 1 (EASTER MORNING!) This hidden egg will be "empty" to symbolize the tomb that was empty on that Sunday morning. Not to be afraid though because Jesus was "risen"!! Even though this one is empty, tell them that it is the most exciting one to us as Christians. The bad things we may have done are now forgiven and because of that we can live in heaven forever with Jesus!
He is Risen!
Have a wonderful Easter week!
When do we become “the age our parents always were”? What do I mean? When we think of our parents most actively making the memories we most connect to them, what age are they? Were they in their 30s, 40s, 50s maybe? Where do we picture them being… at home, on family vacations, at holiday gatherings? I think I picture mine being the age they were when I first started having children, their grandchildren. I picture them holding each of my children for the first time in the hospital. I picture them at the kids’ first birthday parties and I picture mom rocking each of her five grandchildren in her burgundy colored leather recliner.
Mom had less wrinkles than she does now; she was more mobile than she is currently. Three things will forever be the same though… her perfectly teased hair following her Friday visits to the “beauty shop”, the familiar smell of a country style dinner on the stove, and her radiating face upon seeing her grandbabies! Both of my parents LOVED to have those children walk through their back door. Actually, I can’t find the words to describe how much they still do!
Their world is now being rocked with the issues of older age but their grandchildren’s visits and calls still bring the calm and the sunshine.
As I fondly smelled the smells and remembered the sights, the realization overwhelmed me. Greg and I are living through that stage right now! I wonder if our children will think of us at this age when they remember us most. Nah… they will think of me with memories of when we went on imaginary safari hunts, won’t they? Won’t Preston remember doing the moonwalk to a blaring rendition of “Buffalo Soldier” and Brendan remember us singing Davy Crockett for the millionth time? Then I thought that surely Courtney will reminisce about us cooking an assortment of leaves and twigs as we sat on the sides of her sandbox and prepared menus for the day. Well, maybe not. I guess I don’t really remember my parents most in the days of my childhood nearly as much as I remember them as new grandparents, do I? Oh, how happy they became around those little ones!
Isn’t it funny how I have now become “the age my parents always were”? It makes me smile but at the same time tear up. So much time has passed and so many fantastic memories were made. Sometimes I wish I could have a constantly streaming video of the days when our little static hair blonde toddler woke up rubbing his satin pillow against his sweet face, when that first really “unique” piece of pottery came home from school and when the first corsage was slipped on my little girl’s wrist. Maybe that wouldn’t be so healthy though. Those memories were and still are priceless to me but so are the moments of today. I try not live in the past but instead reflect on it and gain wisdom from it.
When my children become "the age my parents always were" they might just think of me stuck in the 2015 time warp – the long shirts, the leggings under my boots, the silly memories I retell over and over. However, when they remember me, I hope it’s also with a smile on my face and a light in my eyes as I wait for them to slip into my “momma arms”. That's when my arms are stretched wide in anticipation of a BIG encompassing hug radiating so much love that I have to close my eyes to consciously lock it into my memory. My children will know exactly what I'm talking about because they probably stopped breathing when they got one! No matter how much time lingers between visits, it’s the hugs I savor and the feeling of them still being my babies. Honestly, I still love them to the moon and back with every breath that’s in me… just like my parents do… just like their Heavenly Father does.
Moms, I know some days are hard and they may at times seem downright impossible to get through. However, when you become “the age your parents always were”, the difficult moments will be gone. The pots boiling over and the toddler flopping on the ground in a tantrum won't be the focus. Those memories will just bring under the breath sighs. What you truly remember will be the BIG hugs, the tickling laughter, and the precious "unforgettables" of your life. The precious moments you are making right now will be that streaming mental video of tomorrow.
Enjoy today with your little ones and savor everything it brings. Grab them for BIG hugs and tell them you love them to the moon and back! These moments are the most valuable of times and you won’t regret a single one of them...ever. Your Heavenly Father will also never regret a single moment that he spends with you. Just as you love your precious one, he loves you even more. Can you fathom that? It’s true. He waits on you with a chance for that BIG encompassing hug just as I wait on those I get from my children. Can you feel it? Ahhh…..
Walking the road with you,
Moms, check out this cute idea a friend posted from ScienceDump.com! Very simple but oh so cute!
“For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness, made His light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of God’s glory displayed in the face of Christ. But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.” 2 Corinthians 4:6-7
Recently, our church hosted a Ladies’ Night Out with dinner, a speaker, and oh my goodness lots and lots of door prizes! It was there that a precious lady, Tracie Miles, shared her story of a burden she had carried for years. It was a burden many others like her share… one comprised of hurt feelings, of worthlessness, of insecurities, of disappointment in self and even of physical pain. To look at her and to talk to her, I would have never guessed what had once been inside that seemingly confident woman behind the microphone. The reason I couldn’t is because she and God had already worked through all of the baggage. She shared that God had made it clear that in order to release the heavy burdens she held on to she would first have to “go share” the burdens.
What would we think if we knew God was asking us to “go share” our deepest secrets. I know what I used to say on a regular basis. I told God, “God please don’t ask that of me. It’s embarrassing to show others that weakness in me. I want people to think I’ve got it all together. Other people don’t really need to know do they? God, I just can’t.”
Tracie testified she had done exactly as I had. She had battled with God but guess who won! He had asked her to share her story and eventually she did. He taught her that she “didn’t have to be perfect to be priceless”. Let me say that again, “We don’t have to be perfect to be priceless.” As women, an understanding of that thought could really free us. We are “treasures” and no matter what secrets our past holds God can use even us.
Renee Swoope of Proverbs 31 Ministries says “A woman with a confident heart chooses to believe that God wants to make an impact through her life, and she looks for ways to let Him.” If we battle with God long enough sometimes God just wears us down. Wouldn’t it be more pleasing to Him though if we just looked for where He is working and as we went there said, “Yes Lord, I’ll do it because I know from experience good will come from following your lead?”
I guess what it all boils down to is that God gave us life to fulfill a purpose that only He knew about even as He shaped us in our mother’s womb. God can use our burdens and secrets to bring that “purpose” to our life and the lives of others. The only way to do that though is to admit we have those burdens and be willing to share them with others going through similar things. It takes courage, believe me I understand.
He doesn’t require us to get on a stage (although he might for some) and tell hundreds of people as Tracie did during Ladies' Night. However, there is someone out there whose life needs your words. Your shared story could be His instrument in making a life whole again. Your losses, secrets and even your burdens could potentially turn into your legacy of hope for someone else. Consider taking that step of faith and share the story that only YOU can tell.
Walking the road with you,
(Thank you CeCe and all the ADBC ladies for a fantastic Ladies’ Night Out and for giving us courage in telling our stories)
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